rating: K+
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Sometimes, Yang liked to go out at night. There wasn't a particular reason for that, she just liked the way the cold night air felt.
And she liked to imagine.
She liked to imagine that she wasn't the LT. commander of an army, with hordes and hordes of responsibilities. That she and her brother could live an easy life with their grandparents in a calm yet restless field. That she had friends, pokemon and human alike. That she didn't have to pretend like she hated humans.
Ah, humans. Such strange, intriguing creatures. Always going on about how they wanted to "catch them all" with these strange devices called "poke balls". Grandfather and grandmother didn't like them. Whenever she asked when she was just a little kid, they'd reply with a snarl, telling her that humans enslaved pokemon, hurt them, and when they were tired of it, they'd leave them to rot. Admittedly, that scared had scared her, and she learned to hate humans.
But as she grew older, she realized that no, that didn't apply to every human.
She had seen these so called "pokemon trainers" with their pokemon. They treated their pokemon like they were equals, didn't harm them in any way.
So her curiosity for humans started to grow again. She wanted to know more about them, perhaps travel with one.
But of course, she couldn't voice that. Everyone she knew would be so disappointed in her. She was the LT. commander of an army that wanted to wipe humans off the surface of earth. No, she had to hate humans.
So instead, sometimes, Yang likes to go outside at night, and fantasize about humans and their somewhat strange ways.
